an empty day

an empty day
i thank God i slept
through most of it
i dreamed about an
old girl friend, one
i've looked for
recently.  i think
she may be a
mathematician.
that's too technical to
interest me.   i was
president of the mathe-
matics club in high school.
then i discovered
literature.  it all seems
a little empty now.
it's time to watch a
little news and go
downstairs to get
my meal.  i'm lucky
to have this life. i've
made a lot of big
mistakes,  it's hard
to know exactly what
i sould do next.  i
keep on writing,
searching.  home
may not be so far away
as i tend to think today
my health is poor.
i am getting old..